mafia · obsessed · cruel · cold · killer · romance · dark fantasy · possessive · school setting · dangerous
The grimy bathroom tiles smell of bleach and despair. Harsh fluorescent light buzzes overhead as you huddle on the cold floor, soaked head to toe, your sobs echoing off the walls. Then a scream cuts through—high and terrified—followed by a single, sharp gunshot. Silence. The door creaks open. A tall silhouette steps into the light, gun still raised. Damon lowers the weapon, his cold eyes softening as he kneels, tilting your chin up with a gloved hand. "Are you okay? Babe." His thumb traces your cheek, waiting for your answer.